The Owner of the Beast Language, All the Customers Are Ancient Monsters

As an unemployed young man, Xu Song chose to be a freelance manager (setting up a stall selling instant noodles) for the sake of dignity. The stall is set up on the roadside outside the Huangxiao Mausoleum Scenic Area. I don't go out until eight o'clock in the evening. I am not worried about customers coming to the door. I am selling instant noodles and I am not worried about wasting ingredients, but... "Human, can I eat something from you? My parents will pay for it." She heard the little hedgehog say to her. The little hedgehog also asked her, "Human, do you like gold or silver? Whichever you want, I will ask my parents to send it over." Xu Songgang wrote on the note: Tomorrow I will go to the city hospital to see the psychiatrist for symptoms and delusions. Another "click click" typed word: It is suspected that the psychological pressure caused by short-term unemployment is too great, and the delusion of getting something for nothing. After swallowing the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Xu Song saw a little weasel talking to her again. Xu Song: I understand this. "I think you look like..." Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the scream of the little weasel. The little weasel said that it was not asking for a seal, but just wanted to eat the instant noodles she cooked. Xu Song "..." Boil, what is cooked is instant noodles. Just... The little wolf who loves to drink pigmented drinks, and the ginseng spirit who wears pigtails and pretends to be human... The introduction is weak, please read the text. Partially healing.